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Richard

By: Emmah



I've heard people tell him "don't let the little head do the thinking". Like I don't know as much as the 'big' head? Where has he gotten us? This scratchy material sure isn't silk and I haven't seen my friend Miss Kitty in a long time. Ooh I'm getting bigger; what's he looking at? Nothing much I guess; I'm shrinking. He probably saw a bra ad in a magazine. You would not believe how many times a day my head gets pressed into the back of this zipper for false alarms. 

Hi, my name is Richard and I'm special. I must be because I have so many other names: Dick, Rod, Meat Pole…it goes on and on. I think my last name is Johnson but I'm not sure because my owner Lawrence's last name is Kravitt. It's a bit confusing but how special can he be with only Lawrence and Larry for names?

I also have some problem with my age. I seem to have woken up when he was twelve; does that make me seven or nineteen now? Like I said, it's a bit confusing.

One thing that isn't confusing is that if he let me run the show we'd all have a better time. He spends eight hours a day in an office and keeps me in the dark the whole time. How stupid is that? And boy is he lazy. I'm up every morning ready to go and he's asleep. I don't think he ever got up before me in his entire life.

We'd also have a lot more fun if he went to see Bonnie more often. (He picks a girl with one name; that tells you something) He only goes over once or twice a week but at least I get out a little and see Miss Kitty. Talk about names, she's got a load. We don't meet that often and half the time I'm out of earshot but it sounds like one is from the Sopranos and one from a philosopher-Big Pussy and Kant.

I've made lots of friends over at Bonnie's besides Miss Kitty: there's the twins Titty and Titty, (who have hundreds of other names) Sweet Cheeks and Lipps. An afternoon spent between any of them is lots better than a day at the office.

I wish he would just do what Bonnie says; I know I would be a lot happier. Almost every time we're over there, she talks about me and practically begs him, "give it to me, give it to me, let me have it" but no, I have to go home with him every time. It would be so nice to live with the girls at Bonnie's.

He also says dumb things. When you feel good you grow, right? It's so obvious. Like when I'm between the twins; I feel good and I get twice as wide and twice as tall. Lawrence expects Bonnie to believe him when he tells her, "I feel so good, you make me feel so good" but he starts out at 5'11" and ends up at 5'11". How dumb is that?

I guess he's not all bad because he gives me lots of rubdowns, but no matter how much he practices, Bonnie still does it better. I stand at attention when she just calls me her little soldier. 

Last Saturday night was great until Larry spoiled it. We go over to Bonnie's and they have a drink. (It's funny that whenever he has a drink, I get ideas) She starts talking to me and I rise to the occasion. Before I know it Lipps is kissing my head. Licker then comes out to play and I'm jumping for joy. Licker invites me in and washes me off. I live for these Saturday night baths. (Why don't we come for a bath a couple of times a day? How dumb is that?)

Next it's a visit to the twins. Bonnie (ever considerate) pushes them together to make me comfy between them. I take a nice ride up and down the valley (Hey Larry, more trips like this and less time at the office.) I know the twins are feeling good because their tips are growing. (Look and learn Larry) 

After a short but enjoyable stay I can hardly wait to see Miss Kitty. After the usual polite introductions, I go in to see her and we play 'hello, goodbye – hello, goodbye'. No matter how many times I've played, that's one game I don't get tired of. (Sometimes at the end we play the shorter version: 'hi, bye – hi bye' also known to other Richards as 'In the dark-In the light')

After playing for a while, I'm about as wide and tall as I'm going to get; even Miss Kitty has grown. I can hear Bonnie yelling, "Give it to me, give it to me". (Save your breath, I'm going home with Lawrence) Kitty and I are seeing more and less of each other in a shorter period of time. There's so much noise up there I can hardly think. I feel so good I could explode. OH MAN, HANG ON MISS KITTY I'M GONNA…Whew, what is that stuff all about?

Well at any rate I'm feeling real mellow as I leave Miss Kitty's. The two of them are talking for a while and Bonnie (ever thoughtful) is massaging me after the workout. She says to Larry, "how about another round"? I'm not sure what she means but I know I like it because I'm growing again. Then Lawrence says, "I'd love to but I have to be in the office early tomorrow." 

Talk about a 'putz'; I didn't even get to see Sweet Cheeks yet. WHAT ARE YOU DOING, IDIOT? I can yell until I'm blue in the head, but I'm in the dark again and we're on our way home.

Oh well tomorrow's another day and I'll be up early.

Richard



The room was dim and cool. Shadowed figures huddled in the corners, soft whispers of conversation counter-pointed the soft “shush, shush, shush” of the machinery by the bed, the occasional “beep, beep, beep” indicating that life still lingered. The woman on the bed laid unnaturally still, her eyes half open, seeing nothing. Her white hair gleamed softly in the dim light. Her skin had the parchment quality of age, yet was smooth and unlined.

“Richard…” A bare thread of sound. Those in the shadows moved restlessly at the sound of her frail voice. They had been summoned. Soon, they had been told. A sigh from the bed. Again, the only sounds were the soft “shush, shush, shush, beep, beep, beep” of the machines.

“Richard…” The woman remembered. She remembered when she had first seen him. Young, tall, well muscled, and handsome. He had seemed so lost. She had offered to help. His sudden smile and bright green eyes made her wish she were younger. They ended up spending the afternoon together, just talking. She would tease him gently about spending so much time with an old woman. She had seen him again the following week. And again the week after that.

“I almost think you wait here for me, Richard,” she had teased. He lowered his eyes and blushed.

“I…do,” he said softly. 

That was the night she first took him to her bed. She had ben hesitant at first. He was so much younger and she was beginning to show her age. He spent hours kissing and tasting her body. His lips and tongue teased her nipples until she was writhing. His fingers traced along her skin. He brought her to orgasm again and again until she was nearly delirious. 

“Please…” he murmured, “please…”

It took her long moments to realize that he was asking permission. She held his face in her hands, and drew him close for a deep kiss. Then she pushed him over and mounted him, taking his hugely rampant penis deep into her throbbing body. She moaned as he filled her.

“Yeeesss, Richard,” she breathed. His hands went to her waist and he helped her move on his rigid flesh. Her orgasm was sudden and intense. “Richard!” she cried and he thrust up hard into her, his penis pulsing, filling her with his fiery ejaculate. After, she held him against her heated body. She felt his sigh as she slowly stroked his silky hair. She slept.

When she awakened the next morning, he was still there, still in her arms. “Richard,” she said softly. He raised his head to look into her eyes. “Why?”

He blushed. She let go of him, allowing him to rise. He sat on the edge of the bed, head lowered, eyes on the floor.

“Because of your strength,” he said finally. That started a conversation that led into an area she never expected. He explained about domination and submission. He told her about himself, his search for a dominant woman. 

She watched him as he bared his soul, touched at his trust. And a little frightened. Finally, he simply sat, head bowed, silent. She sighed.

“What do you think I can give you, Richard?” she asked gently, “that a younger woman cannot?”

“I don’t know, he admitted.

She leaned forward to caress his cheek. His eyes closed and he leaned into her caress. “I…” she hesitated, “I need to think.”

His soft sigh was of resignation. He nodded. Neither spoke as he dressed. She sat on the bed watching him. His bright green eyes were sad as he kissed her softly on the lips and left. She thought and researched and read.

Richard went every day to the place where they had met, hoping to see her. As the days went by, his hope began to fade. He was sitting as he usually did, eyes down, expression sad. There were young women who looked at him, speculated. He ignored them. She was standing behind him and a little to one side, watching him.

“Richard.”

His head snapped up and around. She saw the hope flare in eyes. 

“Come with me, Richard.” 

He immediately stood and went to her. She took him home.

Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. The memory faded. A brief flicker of awareness in her half opened eyes.

“Mrs. Lincoln?” The soft voice of a nurse barely registered on the woman lying in the bed. She mad no response. The nurse turned to one of the other people in the room. “Who is Richard?” she asked softly. “Is he coming?” The question was met with shrugs and blank stares.

Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. “Richard…”

He was kneeling in front of the door, gloriously naked. She smiled and closed the door. “Hello, Richard.”

His smile of greeting made his green eyes glow. She began to remove her coat. Instantly, he was on his feet, taking it from her shoulders, hanging it away.

“It has been a long day, Richard,” she said as she moved to her bedroom to change. He followed silently. He helped her undress. As each item of clothing was removed, he would kiss the slowly revealed skin. “Mmmmm, Richard,” she murmured as he both relaxed and aroused her. His magnificent penis was already swelling. She softly caressed his growing erection until she felt him tremble. He was now hugely hard and hot. 

“Remove the rest, Richard,” she said. He obediently removed her bra, freeing her ample breasts. His pleasure as he took them in his hands never failed to amaze her. His lips went immediately to the heavy mounds in his hands. He kissed and licked gently chewing on the nipples until he felt her breathing quicken. Then, reluctantly, he left her breasts to slowly remove her panties. His tongue darted around her clitoris, tasting her, as the scent of her filled his nostrils. Her hands caressed his head as he nibbles on her clitoris, his tongue and teeth bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Aaaaaahhhhh,” she moaned, her hips jerking as her orgasm rippled through her. Her fists had tightened in his hair, then loosened as the spasms faded.

“Richard,” she said softly. He looked up at her, green eyes glowing. “Until midnight, Richard,” she said, “you must pleasure me.” She smiled into his gleaming green eyes. “Then you may take your pleasure,” she murmured, “completely.”

A flare of joy burned in his eyes. He stood and swept her into his arms to lay her on the bed. He began his task. She was soon writhing as his hands and mouth teased her. Her orgasms became closer and closer until she was convulsing constantly, his fingers delving deep into her, his tongue lapping her juices, his teeth nipping her clitoris and sucking on her breasts.

On the stroke of midnight, he entered her, impaling her quivering body in a single hard thrust. She arched, screaming, “RICHARD!!!” As she allowed, he took his pleasure, plunging into her tight heat as her ongoing orgasm massaged his massive penis. He savored her, holding his own climax until he could no longer control it. His thrusts became harder, deeper. Then he exploded, his orgasm merging with hers, blending, swirling, capturing both of them in the spiraling ecstasy. 

He slowly became aware that he was lying heavy on her. She was still quivering a little as she caressed him. He slowly withdrew his softening penis and moved off of her. She held him against her body, still stroking him.

“I have something for you, Richard,” she murmured.

“Ma’am?”

She smiled at him. “The packet on the table.”

He twisted around and saw a small, silver colored box. His green eyes met hers. She sat up and held out her hand for the box. He gave it to her. She opened it and took out a heavy gold chain.

“Ma’am?” he said, a little breathless.

“Your collar, Richard,” she smiled, “to keep you as mine.”

“Oh! Yes, Ma’am!” he breathed. “Please!” She fastened the chain around his neck. 

He sighed. “May I thank you, Ma’am?”

“Yes, Richard,” she replied, “you may.” She lay back to enjoy his gratitude and her orgasms were long and intense as he plunged deep into her until she allowed his own climax. Then, finally, replete, they slept, her arms around him, his lips at her breast.

Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. “Oh, Richard…” Then there was silence for a long time, silence broken only by the steady sounds of the machines.

She was looking up into his eyes when the car screeched around the corner. He looked startled, then he pulled her tight to him and twisted. She did not recognize the sound of gunfire. The violence was not aimed at them. They were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. His arms tightened around her, crushing the air from her lungs as he fell, pulling her down with him. She dimly heard the screams of panic around her. They lay in a tangled heap for a few minutes, then she slowly sat up. He did not move.

“Richard?” she whispered. She touched him, feeling the slick wetness of his blood.

“Ma’am?” a small, thin thread of sound. She gathered him in her arms. He groaned softly in pain as she tried desperately to stop his bleeding. His hands weakly captured hers. “I…will…wait…for you…Ma’am,” he gasped softly. Tears blurred her eyes as she looked deep into his slowly dimming green gaze. His hands clutched hers in a final grip then slowly relaxed as his life left him. She kissed him one last time, closed his eyes, and sat holding his slowly cooling body as her tears fell.

Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. The room brightened with the coming of day. People came and went quietly, a little nervous in the presence of a life nearing its end.

Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. “Richard…” A soft whisper of exhaled sound. BEEEEEEEEP. The alarm caused a sudden flurry of movement around the still form on the bed.

“Ma’am?” He was standing beside her bed, waiting.

“Richard?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He held out his hand. Wondering, she slowly put hers in his. A gentle tug and she was standing beside him, looking up into his gleaming green eyes. Her other hand raised to touch the chain at his throat. He smiled and nodded.

She looked around. Some of the people in the room wept, others were silent, heads bowed. A doctor was checking the form in the bed. He straightened and shook his head. The nurses turned off the machinery and unhooked it from the still body. A sheet was lifted and carefully draped over it, hiding it from view. 

“Richard?” Her voice was unsteady.

“I have been waiting for you, Ma’am,” he said quietly. “Shall we go?”

She smiled up at him and clasped his hand tighter. “Yes, Richard,” she said.

And they slowly faded…



Richard



Does size really matter? If I hear that stupid question one more time I'll scream! YES! 

Of course size doesn't matter! It doesn't matter if the length of your erect cock is 5 inches or 10; it all comes down to that big, sexy, erogenous zone between your ears, ok?

That being said, I am one of those 'Size Queens'. So for me, it all comes down to that big, sexy, piece of meat between your legs.

I crave big cocks. I need a big fat prick regularly or I go insane. So I flirt a lot, and propose a lot. I get a lot of positive answers and I guess I'm lucky since I get a lot of great lovers.

But not all of them have what I really need. Evidently some do, so I leave them my number.

I have been asking myself for a while: what if there was a way I could know for sure the man I'm about to fuck has a nice big prick... besides asking him -of course he'll say yes he's not that dumb!

And I found a way: the wonderful wicked web. So many meat markets online... I was sure there would be one suitable for my needs so I hunted and recently found one.

I started chatting and emailing a couple of men and Richard caught my attention. Figures, with a nickname like his...

When he (finally!) sent me a picture of his cock, I knew I had to have it! We set a date to meet and fuck. I didn't want (still don't) all that getting-to-know-you-better-let-me-buy-you-flowers-oh!-you-look-so-beautiful-in-the-pale-moonlight-the-sun-is-nothing-in-comparison romantic stuff.

But I digress. Which I do often, and which I enjoy doing just to see if you're paying attention. Of course I don't want to lose your attention either so I'll get back to the point.

I had a feeling Dick (oohh such a nice name) wouldn't be the last of my online conquests so I labeled him 'Number 1'.

We were to meet in a park, after the lunch hour rush. Dick is a lawyer and conveniently could take an afternoon off to 'work from home'. At least that's what he told me.

I was pleased when I saw how elegant he looked in his dark suit, sitting on a bench near a fountain. I licked my lips and swayed my hips a little more than usual.

He stood when he saw me, a big grin on his face, and extended his large hand. He was tall! And handsome. I wondered if his wife knew what he was about to do...

I shook his hand and inhaled his cologne. "L'eau D'Issey..." I smiled appreciatively. 

"You have quite a nose," he replied with a deep voice that got me thinking about all the dirty things he would be saying soon.

"The scent brings back memories," I sighed and waived, wanting to get through the chitchat quickly.

He surprised me and grabbed my hand, directing it on his crotch. His cock was limp but the gesture got my blood boiling nonetheless.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" he stated.

I curled my fingers and fondled his balls over his expensive pants, looking into his eyes, biting my bottom lip, nodding.

He impressed me when he took me by the hand and quickly walked me to his car. His steps were huge and purposeful. I almost needed to run to keep up with him. I hoped he would fuck me the same way: not fast, but with passion and want.

He opened the door of his brand new Sedan for me. The smell of leather seats was exhilarating. God I love leather! He quickly took his place in the driver's seat and started the silent engine.

I was so hot I hiked my skirt up my thighs a bit. Dick glanced at me as I spread my legs and slowly stroked my firm flesh.

"Don't tease, Alexandra," he warned.

I just giggled and undid the first button of my pink blouse.

He licked his lips and sighed. His cock was getting hard. Good. I unbuttoned my blouse a little more and reached inside to brush a thumb on my hard nipple.

I wasn't wearing a bra and the warmth of my hand felt so good on my perky tit. I opened my blouse and exposed my ample breasts.

He was good, driving as if his cock was limp. Even his face was not showing how excited he was. But the tent in his pants was betraying him.

I squeezed my tits and moaned. "Where are you taking me, Dick? Are we there yet, Dick? Do you like my tits, Dick?"

I guess he got tired of my fooling around as he reached over and stuck his hand on my pussy. I wasn't wearing panties (eh! Why bother with underwear when you obviously know it won't be appreciated) and his hand parted my lips instantly.

He roughly rubbed my pussy and let out a low, eager growl. I liked how he took charge. He was not one of those pussies with no spine afraid of me or intimidated by me.

He was a bit boorish I admit, but I admired his spirit when he turned into a back alley and parked. Something from being in an expensive car in a deserted alley, about to get a nasty fuck drove me wild.

Him too, apparently, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his fat cock.

I didn't pounce on his cock right away. I was mentally evaluating how big he was. I licked my lips, reached for my Vuitton and pulled out my tape. I just had to measure that dick!

He gasped as I carefully unrolled my measuring tape and meticulously took his measurements. He nervously laughed when I commented, "Not bad... 27.5 centimeters."

Sure, he kept bragging his dick was 12 inches, not 11, but I didn't make a big deal out of his exaggeration; he was still big enough.

"You wanted it, you got it. Now suck my cock, slut!" he said, slapping his meaty dick on the palm on his hand.

He reached over, grabbed a handful of my dirty blonde hair and pulled my head on his lap.

I thought he was going to shove his cock down my throat but he just stood still, with a tight grip on my hair. I relished in the mixed aromas of leather, new car, and cock.

He leaned back a bit and relaxed, showing me I'd run the show despite the appearance of the contrary. I chuckled and slowly swirled my tongue around the bulbous head before me.

The stupid stick was in the way, but I tried to ignore it, taking the tip of Dick's prick in my mouth, suckling, my tongue slowly licking. He smiled and closed his eyes when I looked up at him.

I kept my eyes on his thick cock. I didn't mind; nothing gets me wetter than a raging hard on. I licked his shaft up and down, slowly. Down and up, slower. Flicked my tongue under the head. His fingers clutched in my hair.

"Oohh yeah baby," he whispered between his teeth.

I rubbed my lips along the shaft, up and down. Licked around it, let my spit drop and glaze his whole cock.

Fuck! I love to suck cock so much my clit was throbbing. I wanted to rub it but given the size of the cock I had in my mouth, decided it would be best if I kept my hands available, just in case.

I let my lips slide along the enormous shaft, the thick piece of meat slowly filling my mouth. Halfway to the base of his cock, I figured there was no way I could get it all in, in this uncomfortable position. So I used my hands.

My mouth was badly in need of assistance. I jerked him off, my little hand somewhat the extension of my hungry mouth.

"Ooohh fuck... Alex..." he kept on moaning. I love it when men say my name with that panting, husky voice.

My pussy was craving attention. My tits were swaying as I bobbed my head on that monster cock, my puffy nipples ready to burst.

My throat was getting used to his length, so I was able to take him a little further each time. Soon I was almost completely swallowing him. He was very still but I was afraid he'd thrust and choke me.

He didn't. He just started to let out short little sighs.

"Oh... yeah... yeah... that's it... yeah..."

He was about to cum. "Oh, no, you don't!" I thought to myself, backing off quickly.

"Fuck, Alex!" he said between his teeth. I giggled and sat back in the passenger seat, my legs spread, my tits out.

"I want to feel that fat cock in my pussy, Dick. I want to feel your hot, sticky cum fill my tight cunt..." I moaned while I played with my drenched pussy.

His cock was glistening with spit and pre-cum, the head a nice shade of purplish pink... Beautiful! I'm such an artist!

I slipped a finger in my pussy, looking into Dick's brown eyes. I wanted to tease him a little bit longer but I couldn't handle any more teasing myself. I wrinkled my skirt around my waist and straddled him, the stupid stick in the way again.

I rubbed my pussy on his huge cock as I held on to his broad shoulders. God that man was built like a farmer! Strong shoulders, strong hands, big bulging biceps but nothing extreme... just good old natural bulkiness. 

I couldn't wait anymore. I had to sit on that big fucking prick. I reached between my thighs and steadied that fine piece of meat, Dick's large hands on my behind, and I slowly slid myself down.

Fuck! He was so thick it almost hurt!

"Too big for you, you little cock hungry slut?" he asked, almost challenging me.

"Fuck no!" I whispered, taking it all in, my clit tickled by his pubic hair, and started jumping up and down his massive cock.

"Shit Dick! You're so fucking huge!" I moaned my tight hole stretched almost uncomfortably, the tip of his cock bumping against my cervix.

My clit tingled as my nipples brushed on Dick's classy shirt. His moans and grunts were so close to my ear they gave me goose bumps. He squeezed my ass, hard, and started to thrust with me.

The Sedan's driver seat was very uncomfortable. But that just added to the excitement. 

Dick's fingers roamed around my asshole, probing, asking permission. I just chuckled and fucked him harder. I love anal play! I guessed I forgot to mention it to him.

My pussy was leaking so much his finger just slipped in my asshole instantly. I was so worked up with my clit thumping on his pubic bone, my tits rubbing on his chest, his wonderfully huge dick pounding my tight pussy that his finger in my ass was too much. I climaxed.

I was unable to say anything; I just kept moaning his name – moaning Dick over and over again kinda made me cum harder for some reason...-, digging my fingernails in the back of his shoulders, biting the warm skin of his neck, my tight ass clenching around his fingers, my cunt clenching around his shaft. God! He felt good!

He was moaning too now, pumping his cock in and out of my sopping wet pussy. His whole body became stiff and he whimpered, "You're making me cum you fucking bitch!"

I chuckled and bit my bottom lip, riding him harder. He let out some weird moans, like I was sucking the life out of him. I grabbed his dark hair and tugged a bit, my pussy taking every drop of his creamy cum.

The windows of the Sedan were all steamy. I could feel my back drenched with sweat, and Dick's posh shirt was soaked as well. He was so cute, his cheeks all flushed, his forehead damp.

Out of breath, I sat back in the passenger seat, as his thick cum slowly dripped down my inner thighs. I licked my lips, wondering what Dick tasted like. So I tasted him. I scooped some of his cum with my fingers and licked them clean between two breaths. 

Dick readjusted his cum stained pants and opened a window. The fresh air was welcomed.

"Next time I'm letting you cum in my mouth Dick! You taste so sweet," I said, licking my lips. 

He just laughed and proposed, "Next week?"

"OK," I agreed. "Just make sure you bring another pair of pants this time," I suggested, pointing to his crotch.

So there you have it; the first of my internet conquests. I recently contacted a nice mechanic that might very well be the second. 



Richard



My stepson Richard was a very nice quiet boy. Very shy. He was 18 years old but looked much younger. His mother was a bit of a slut and I loved her for that. However, she never really liked Richard and he came to me for love and attention.

She told me that he was a fucking looser, never be a real man and was in summer school so he could finally graduate from high school. 

He would come home from summer school and give me a big hug and kiss. I loved his kisses. I guess I should mention that I loved the wanton nature of his mother but I found that his little kisses made my cock swell a little. Ok, a lot.

His mother turned me on to threesomes. How I loved to watch her pretend she was my cousin and pick up a guy at a bar, bring him home and fuck him. Sometimes she would fuck him in front of me and then let me suck his cum from her hairy cunt before I got my turn to fuck her.

Once we were all pretty drunk and she laughed when I sucked a man's cock after he fucked her. That was the turning point for me. She never knew it but I loved sucking cock more than fucking her dripping cunt.

He didn't get along well in school and needed more of my attention. He was short and slender and let his hair grow long. I'm sure the boys teased him because he was pretty, certainly not macho.

His mother complained that he seemed interested in her woman's magazines and her clothes instead of man things. Of course, her idea of a man was a macho hunk of cum filled cock that could fuck her brains out. She further distanced herself from Richard.

This worked for me. He and I would talk for hours, he would snuggle up to me. He would turn his face to me and tell me he loved me and we would have a little kiss as I ran my hands through his long hair. He didn't mind when I finally got up the nerve to give him a little tongue during a kiss. God but my cock was so fucking wet with desire for my beautiful stepson.

His mother spent more and more time out partying so we had the house to ourselves. I noticed that he would go to his bedroom and close the door after we talked and kissed a little. He said he had homework to do. I wondered.

One evening I peeked in his bedroom window and almost came in my pants. He was laying on his back nude, his creamy white skin bathed in candle light. His cock was so hard and streaming pre cum as he leafed through a woman's fashion magazine. Then he reached under his pillow and got a pair of his mother's silky see through panties and rapped them around his prick and started masturbating.

I had never been so turned on. I let my dripping mature cock out and started stroking. I realized I was falling in love with my stepson. I wanted to take his panty clad prick in my mouth and suck him off.

He let the magazine go as he used his other hand to pull and pinch his nipples. Before it closed I could see women's short party dresses. His back arched and he closed his eyes as he started to cum in the panties. He came and came until cum ran down his cock shaft. Then, after he recovered he put the cum soaked panties to his mouth and sucked his warm cum load.

I turned from the window as streams of cum shot from my wild cock head. I gave him a little time and then I knocked on his door, dressed in an old thin robe. He said to come in and he had the sheet pulled over him. The smell of cum was strong on his lips as I gave him a good night kiss. I mentioned that his mouth tasted really good as I left. I made sure that my robe pulled apart a little to give him a glance at my swinging spent fuck meat.

Several nights later while snuggling on the couch we both had our robes on. I let my hand fall on his bare thigh and felt the smoothness and warmth of his skin. He tried to hide his hardening prick and said he had some home work to do and kissed me goodnight. He sucked my tongue into his mouth before he left.

I gave him awhile before I took my place at his bedroom window. My God! This time he was standing in front of his mirror dressed in cum stained panties and black mesh stockings, showing off his milky white thighs. He even had on some of his mother's high healed black party shoes.

With his back to me with his long hair and perfect ass and slender legs he could have passed as a young woman. As he turned to admire his panty clad ass his hand was in his panties jacking frantically. He threw his head back as he orgasmed and a stream of cum filled the panties and ran down his stocking clad legs. I came harder than ever before and nearly passed out.

He was in school and my wife was gone for a few days so I treated myself with a long bath and shaved my pubic hair and cock shaft. This made me so hard and horny that I had started to jack off when I heard the front door open.

I didn't take time to dry and threw on an old short thin robe. I found Richard standing in the front room, head down, sobbing and holding a piece of paper.

My robe was soaked and my cock was still half hard as I put my arms around him as asked what was wrong. He looked up at me with his big blue eyes as I ran my hands through his hair and handed me the paper. He sobbed that his mother would kill him and I would hate him.

I read the letter from his school which basically said that he was caught masturbating in the boy's toilet while wearing panties. I was to call the school nurse.

I kissed the top of his head and told him I loved him and his mother wouldn't need to find out. And that he had a beautiful body and would look good in panties. I told him to undress while I called the school.

I sat on the counter stool while I called. He undressed and was only wearing cum stained panties and I motioned him to me and he stood between my open legs.

As I talked to the school nurse I rubbed his bare back and down to his panty clad ass. I could feel how hard with relief he was as I pulled him close. I know he could feel my big stiffening cock.

After I assured the nurse that this wouldn't happen again I hung up and laughed. I told him the school could go fuck itself and he could wear whatever he wanted around the house.

As he stepped back I opened my robe and showed him 8" of hard shaved man meat. I asked him if this looked like I was mad at him. I told him to go dress up for me. That his mother was gone for several days and I wanted to see how beautiful he is.

I sat on the couch, naked now and fucking hard and dripping with lust. He entered the room and I almost came. He did a little female type turn wearing see through red lacy panties, black stand up stockings to show off his milky white skin and high heals. His hair was pulled back, he had on red lipstck and eye shadow crudely applied.

My legs were spread and I was leaning back jacking my wet hard on as our eyes locked. I told him he was so fucking pretty that I wanted to make love to him. He grinned and said that from the looks of my hard cock that I wanted to fuck him and he wanted that too.

I pulled him to me between my open legs and kissed his cock through the damp panties. He gasped and closed his eyes as I took his panty clad prick into my mouth and started sucking. Fuck but his pre cum tasted good as his panty covered prick swelled in my mouth.

Richard put his hands on my head and started humping my mouth. I felt up his stockings to his bare thighs until my hands were under his panties and I grabbed his bare ass and pulled him deeper into my mouth.

His ass tensed as he cried out and started shooting his load into the panties. I kept sucking through the panties and tasted his cum. I pulled the panties down and took his shooting cock into my mouth.

His cum filled my mouth and I swallowed so as not to choke. After he finished I stood up and leaned down and kissed his up turned mouth, letting him suck his own cum. 

After we kissed our faces were smeared with his cum. He reached down and felt my throbbing wet cock and told me he had dreamed of sucking cock.

I sat down again and spread my legs and told him to wrap his pretty red lips around my hard fuck meat and suck me off. He knelt between my legs and started kissing all around my shaved pubic area and licking up my 8" cock until he had the fat head in his mouth. I felt his tongue darting around and under the dripping cock head and told him I was going to blow my fucking load.

I took his head and started fucking his cock sucking mouth. Faster and faster until I released with a terrific orgasm. He gulped and gulped until he had to pull off and several streams hit him in the face.

We kissed and I licked cum from his pretty face and sucked some from his mouth. I told him to fix his makeup and find one of his mother's dresses and I would take him out and show "her" off. With that his prick started to get hard. He picked up his cum filled panties and put them on and left for the bedroom to get ready.

After while he came back out and was a knock out. Hair back, makeup just right, little sundress with padding for the tits, black hose and high healed shoes.

He giggled and took my hand as we headed for the door. He told me how much he loved and needed me and said he wished he had a cunt for my big prick but maybe I could fuck his ass hole when we got back.

I am one lucky stepdad.



Richard



Dear readers,

This is a backstory installment to my Madelyn series. It is fully possible to enjoy this story on its own, but I would encourage you to go on to read Madelyn after you read this. It will answer many questions this may bring up. And to those who've read my Madelyn series: I hope this answers a few questions, though it may also open up a few more in the process.

Enjoy!

-sansa

-Richard-

He was decorating the tree on a cold December night when she came in with a tray holding two mugs of steaming hot chocolate and a plate of decorated sugar cookies. She held the tray higher than she normally would have, due to her large belly being in the way. The due date was this Saturday, but he knew his wife hoped the baby would come sooner, as this pregnancy was weighing heavily on her, no pun intended. 

"Thank you, darling," he said as she handed him a mug. He placed a hand to her belly after taking the mug from her. The baby promptly kicked his hand several times in succession. He smiled before bending and pressing his lips to his wife's belly. "Hello there, little one," he said to the unborn child. "This is your Daddy. I'm looking forward to holding you, and watching your Mommy nurse you, and watching you grow. Please come soon. We're anxious to have you in our arms." 

His wife smiled as she watched and listened, her hand moving to caress his cheek gently as he glanced up, his eyes meeting hers. Rising to his feet again, he kissed her tenderly and looked into her shining eyes. She was so beautiful and he always thanked the fates for having brought him to that mountaintop a year ago, for had he not been there, they wouldn't have met. 

Outside, the snow fell silently as the two cuddled close to one another, mugs of chocolate and sugar cookies in hand. Their eyes were on the fire as Bing sang of dreams of a white Christmas and he thought back to that day...

10 months earlier...

He steadily made his way along the trail toward the General Grant Tree in Kings Canyon National Forest in California. There had been reports of strange happenings in the area, and a caravan of lights heading up toward the area of the tree every night for almost a week. 

Richard Randell was an adventurer, an avid pursuer of tales of strange happenings, of myths and legends. Over the past three years that he'd been doing this full-time, he had proven several tales and myths to be just that: tales and myths. The snow monster that supposedly appeared every New Year's Eve in the forested mountains of Colorado: myth. The dancing trees every year on the first of May in an apple orchard in Washington State: myth.

He'd packed a few things: camping equipment, some books on cultures and religions, and made certain to bring along a few MRE's in addition to fresh provisions. The MRE's could come in handy in case of an emergency. He'd rejected the "four fingers of death" (aka frankfurters with beans) when the manufacturer offered them to him. Having been in the service a couple years before, he knew a little about the 'wonderful' creations they called MRE's, or Meals Ready to Eat, and was thankfully able to stay away from certain ones. Rumor was, there'd be some new ones released next year. Hopefully they would be more palatable.

A few MRE's were packed in his backpack, the rest of his provisions still in the cabin back at Grant's Grove. He would have stayed in Azalea Campground, had there not been a full blanket of snow on the ground. He was an adventurer, but was not crazy. The hike from Grant's Grove Village to the General Grant tree area wasn't too bad. It was one of the easier trails in all of Sequoia/Kings Canyon, but still a lovely one, even in the middle of winter. 

He walked along steadily; there was no need for him to hurry and risk slipping in the snow and hurting himself. As he finally reached the General Grant Tree parking area, he first stopped by the restroom and then went in search of evidence of the light-wielding procession that had been seen every night of the past week. There were plenty of human shoeprints. This was a popular area, even in the dead of winter. People would come up here near Christmas to see the Nation's Christmas Tree.

Moving off-trail, he explored the area above the tree everybody else's attention was on. As he walked along, he noted a few odd things. A rune was scratched into a rock in one place. In another, there was a circle of stones laid out. Hanging from a low branch, he discovered a scrap of cloth the likes of which he'd not seen before. Pocketing it, he continued on his search. 

After searching a good hour and finding little more than a pendant made of a stone he couldn't identify without consulting a book, it occurred to him that he would learn nothing more. It would do him no good to search during the day. He would have to wait until nightfall, would have to be waiting here for whoever was in the procession. 

Having come to a decision, he returned to the rock with the rune, drew it in his notebook and made his way back to his cabin to take a nap. It would be a long night and he needed as much rest as he could get before he returned to await the procession to return that night. 

***

Six hours later, he awoke later than he intended. Something was...strange. He couldn't put his finger on what it was exactly, but he was certain he'd find out soon. Quickly pulling on some warm clothing and replenishing his pack with water, he pulled out his flashlight and set out for the area he'd explored earlier.

As he walked, he noted the place where he'd found the rune earlier. 'Damn,' he thought as he looked at it. He'd meant to wake with enough time to consult the book of runes he brought with him. He wasn't sure why he'd brought that particular book along with him this trip, but he didn't question it as he was packing to come here; he only questioned it after he arrived and discovered it among the things he'd brought along. Continuing along the trail toward the circle of stones, he felt the hair on the back of his neck raise.

He couldn't clearly see into the center of the circle. The stones that made up the circle were there. Oddly, he could make out each one of them, even the ones at the far side. In the center was a strange haze that prevented him from making out what was going on there but didn't hinder his sight of the opposite side of the circle. It would be hard to explain if he tried, so he ignored the logic that was trying to force its way into his brain and continued moving closer.

Arriving at the edge of the circle, he thought he could make out something inside, but it still was very hazy. Without thought, he pushed on, stepping inside the circle. As he did, all perception shifted, and everything within the Circle was clear. A stone table stood in the center, a young woman bound to it with thighs spread wide, her center wet and ready.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was undressing, leaving his clothing in a heap. A few minutes later, he was standing at the end of the table, his cock erect and felt as though it was pulling him toward this lovely creature. The table was at just the right height that would allow him to claim the woman comfortably. She started as his hand touched her thigh. Eyelids parted to reveal lovely violet eyes. She gasped softly as she looked him over, eyes widening slightly when her gaze lowered and took in his body and the size of the cock moving toward her.

Placing one hand on her thigh, the other went to grasp his shaft as he pressed it to her entrance. Her eyes rose to look into his. Locking his eyes on hers, he began speaking the words of an ancient ritual he'd never known existed as he pressed into her with gentle pressure. He didn't know how he knew the words, how he knew that what he was doing was what he was supposed to do, but he knew this woman was his and he was claiming her here and now.

"I claim thee...thy body, heart, mind and spirit: mine," he spoke the ancient words of the claiming, not understanding how he knew to say them, though not really caring either, his cock coming to a stop at the barrier that announced to him this young woman was still a virgin. Pulling back slightly, he leaned down, his eyes still locked on hers, and said, "You are mine!"

"I am yours," she echoed a moment before he thrust, breaking her hymen in one stroke, both crying out together as he did so, "Malit zho!" She knew it was an Elven term that meant 'May the Circle bring it about.' He knew what it meant, but didn't know how he knew.

They both felt the air charge as he claimed her on the stone table. Their words echoed through the Circle, her heart warming to him, her body feeling as though it were on fire with the passion of the moment. As their coupling progressed toward climax, he became faintly aware of chanting, but it didn't interrupt Richard and the lovely woman beneath him as they climbed ever higher to their pleasure. They came together, their orgasm shining brightly in the Circle, the chanting lessening as they came down from their sexual high until it was nothing more than a hum. 

Richard slumped over, his body covering hers, both losing consciousness, the magic claiming them as he had just claimed the young woman.

*** 

Richard awoke shivering. He tried moving his half-frozen limbs, but they protested. Opening his eyes, he noted he was naked, in the snow, a strange and lovely young woman beneath them. In the next moment, he realized they were joined at the hip. 

Confused, he pulled out, his cock recoiling as the cold hit it. He remembered being here to seek out information on the light seen here, he returned after finding a rune. Quickly pulling on his clothing, he glanced to the shivering form still lying in the snow. Looking around, he found a full length hooded cloak. He helped the young woman up, wrapping the cloak around her shoulders. Another quick search revealed where he'd left his clothing. He dressed in record time then picked her up, cradling her tight to his chest. In a rush, it came back to him. She was his. He was hers. They were mated. Gasping softly, he moved as quickly as he could, getting her to the cabin before she caught her death of cold. 

She trembled in his arms as he hurried up the steps and into the cabin. Setting her down on the bed, he closed the door and stoked the fire. She moaned softly and he glanced back to her, finding her shivering terribly as she lay there on the bed. Stripping, he moved to her side, pulling the covers over them both as he climbed into the bed with her, sharing his warmth with her. Within a few minutes, her shaking settled into a tremble, and before long, the trembling stopped and she slept peacefully at his side, her head resting on his shoulder, an arm draped across his waist. He studied her face. It was simply lovely, with a head full of curly hair the color of spun gold. Her heart shaped face contained high cheekbones and two perfect lips that were dusty pink in color. Her violet eyes were hidden for the moment behind lids that seemed as though they were the lightest pink rose petals, soft and lovely. 

He raised one hand to brush her hair back from her face, revealing a delicate-looking ear that was slightly pointed at the top. He smiled gently, thinking it was perfect for this creature he held in his arms. His little elf, he thought gently, thinking it'd be a perfect nickname for her.

This young woman was beautiful. He couldn't stop marveling over her loveliness, and over the fact that she was his, however it was that it'd happened. It didn't matter. She was his. And he was hers in return. 

Her eyes fluttered open. Lovely violets stared into his deep blues. For a moment, confusion knit her brows together, but it didn't take long for recognition to settle into those beautiful eyes and she smiled. The smile lit up the room as surely as a ray of sunshine would. Her radiance filled him with love and laughter and need. 

Bending over her, he touched his lips to hers. His arms wrapped round her, pulling her atop him. Her legs straddled him. Moving his hands to her hips, he guided her down till the tip of his cock rested against her entrance. Looking deep into her eyes, he nodded and she pushed down, her velvety softness enveloping his cock in heaven. 

She gasped, a combination of pleasure and soreness entering her consciousness as she slid herself down his hard shaft. Not long ago, she had lost her virginity to this man beneath her, yet here he was taking her again. And even though it hurt slightly, she loved it. She moaned out loud as he pressed against her cervix. He was in so deep; she was so very full and loved every moment of it. 

She rested there a moment, not moving, just enjoying the feel of him inside her. As the soreness melted into pure pleasure, her rose petal lids lowered over her eyes halfway, her head tilting slightly back and her hips began rocking slightly. Richard moaned gently as she moved around him. Reaching up with one hand, he tweaked a nipple gently as the other hand moved to her pussy, thumb quickly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that waited for his attention. Rubbing it in circles, he watched her face as her body moved more urgently. She cried out as pussy muscles began clenching round his hard cock. 

In one quick movement, he maneuvered her onto her back and began thrusting into her. His movement sent her further over the edge, causing her to scream in ecstasy. Leaning down, he captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply as his orgasm overtook him and he filled her waiting womb with his seed. 

His lips locked on hers in gentle yet passionate kisses, he pulled from her and settled himself beside her. They cuddled for a while before they fell asleep in one another's arms. 

***

Richard jumped out of his reverie as he felt his wife's belly tighten. Looking into her face, he noticed her flinch slightly. 

"Are you alright, darling?" he asked her softly. 

"I'm just a little tired, my love," she responded. Another wince accompanied by another tightening of her belly caused him to move quickly. 

"Tired, my ass," he retorted. "You're in labor." Moving quickly to the side table in the hall, he picked up the receiver of the phone and dialed their midwife. His wife had insisted upon a midwife instead of an OB/GYN and had even chosen the midwife to take care of her and their unborn child. All he had to do was say two words to the woman to get her to rush over to their home: "It's begun." 

Replacing the receiver, he went for the list and began preparing for the midwife's arrival. She'd have many of the things they'd need with her, but there were several things she wanted him to have ready when she arrived. He bought an air mattress and two sets of sheets for it a couple weeks ago. She'd also wanted a small plastic toy pool. He was to fill it four inches deep with hot water. It would cool to the right temperature in the time it took her to arrive. 

Retrieving both, he filled the pool and prepared the air mattress. As he finished with the mattress, he looked at the time and knew she would be coming through the door any moment now. Moving to his wife's side, he noticed she was very pale, so he went to the kitchen and prepared some of the special tea the midwife had left for during labor. 

"Sip on this, darling," he said as he returned to his wife's side. She took the cup and took only two sips before her face contorted in pain. Taking the cup back, he placed it on the table. A sound of agony escaped from his wife's lips as another contraction tore through her belly. She struggled to rise from the couch, saying she felt she needed to lie down. 

Richard's heart was in his throat as he watched the blood spill from between his wife's legs as she stood. It was all he could do to remain calm as he helped her to the mattress. At that moment, the midwife hurried into the room. He glanced at the woman, who had just noticed the blood. Richard saw the look of dread enter the woman's eyes as she turned around and rushed to the phone. Dialing quickly, she said some words he couldn't make out and dropped the receiver back on its base to run back into the room with Richard and the laboring woman in her care. 

A few minutes later, Richard was being ushered out of the room by two smallish women. Standing in the hall, he was joined by a tall, regal-looking man he was sure he'd seen before but could not figure out when. Nor could he figure out who the man was.

*** 

Two hours later, Richard sat on the third step of the staircase leading to the second level of the home he shared with his wife, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He suddenly realized all of the sounds coming from the living room had stopped. Looking up, his eyes met those of the man who sat beside him on the stairs of his home. Together, they looked toward the door of the living room.

It was a few minutes before one of the young women attending his wife emerged from the room, a small bundle in her arms. Richard stood and approached her quietly. Their eyes met and though she offered him a smile, her eyes were full of tears. She passed him the tiny bundle quietly before moving past him to go to the other man who still sat on the step behind him. He barely heard their conversation as he stared down into the tiniest, the most beautiful face he'd ever seen. He watched his new baby girl in awe as she experienced her first few moments of life outside the womb. 

One hand was balled into a fist beside her head. All of a sudden, her mouth opened and the hand opened as she yawned a huge yawn for such a tiny creature. 

"Madelyn," he whispered softly as he held her tight to his chest. "My Madelyn." 

It was in that moment that he returned his attention to the young woman who'd brought his baby girl to him and realized her distress. He watched as she spoke words he did not understand to the man who'd kept him company the past couple of hours during the delivery of the baby he now held. The man looked up, noticing him watching them and shot the woman a look, hushing her without saying a word. Rising from the stair, he walked over to Richard and looked down at the infant in his arms. 

"She is as she was meant to be," the man said cryptically. Raising a hand, the man pressed his thumb to the child's forehead and uttered a few words Richard did not understand. In that moment, Madelyn opened her eyes. Brilliant violet eyes stared into the eyes of the man looking down on her. For a moment, Richard could have sworn his daughter smiled at the man. He blinked and the smile was gone, and the infant's eyes were closed. 

Richard looked at the man momentarily and considered asking him what just happened, but the midwife came from his living room at that moment, quickly passing a small bundle to one of her attendants. 

"Richard," she began in her lyrical accent, "I have done all I can," she paused and glanced to the man standing with Richard. Nodding almost imperceptibly, she continued, "Your daughter's twin brother did not make it, but you needn't worry over that now. We'll discuss it later. For the time being, you'd best go be with your wife and show her your daughter in the time she has left." 

His heart skipped a beat and shook his head to clear the spinning that suddenly overwhelmed him. A split second later, he felt his daughter leaving his arms as one of the attendants took her from him, afraid he'd drop her. The midwife took his arm and spoke gently to him, her melodic voice lulling him from his confusion. 

"Come, she needs you, Richard. She needs to see her remaining child, and see that her daughter is safely in the arms of the man she loves, and has since that first night you two met." The midwife gently guided him to the living room, where his wife lay laboring to breathe after her ordeal. "Go to her," the midwife whispered as she went to fetch Madelyn from the attendant.




Richard



Moving to his wife's side, he reached out and took her hand in his. Her head moved slightly as she felt him beside her. 

"Richard," she whispered almost too low to hear. "Our baby, Richard..." 

"I know, my love," he said as he took the baby from the midwife, who'd returned to the room with her cradled in her arms. "But look here, darling. Here's Madelyn. She's just fine, and she's perfect, darling, with your eyes and hair."

"Our baby, Richard," she whispered, looking into his eyes with her half-closed violets. "She's so special." 

"Aye, my love, she is," he said to her. "Just like her mother."

"Richard, take her," she labored to tell him something. "Care...care..."

"Yes, my love, she will be cared for."

"No, Richard, you..." she fought for breath. "You don't...understand..." her eyes closed momentarily before she finally took one long breath and whispered, "Careful. She is no ordinary child." Her eyes closed.

"Please, my love," Richard said softly, dismissing her words. "Please rest, save your strength."

A small smile touched the corners of her lips as she whispered to him, "I love you, Richard. Remember, my love: I am yours, always." 

"And I am yours, my love, always," Richard said to her. And as her last breath left her, she whispered along with her husband those words that had sealed their union only 12 short months before this night: "Malit zho."

***

Five days later, Richard sat in a small cafe with his newborn daughter cradled in his arms. It was Christmas Eve and he was alone with an infant and wondering over the words his wife had whispered to him about their baby girl. "She is no ordinary child," she'd said to him that fateful night.

The bottle he fed his daughter was empty and she stirred, kicking him as if to say "I'm still hungry, daddy." Smiling down at his little treasure, he reached into the diaper bag to find he hadn't packed the other bottle. Cursing himself for being so careless, he began packing his and his daughter's things to return to the hotel room when he looked up upon hearing a soft giggle. 

"I thought you - and she - could use this," the young woman who stood there said softly, holding a full bottle out to him. 

"Um, yeah," Richard stammered as he reached for the bottle. As he grasped the warm bottle, his fingers brushed hers and he started as a tingle made its way up his arm and through his body. Pausing, he looked into her face as he tripped over a soft "thank you." She smiled brightly to him then sat across from him. 

"What's her name?" the woman asked him.

"Maddy...um...Madelyn," he said softly. 

"She's beautiful."

"Thank you." He looked at the young woman a moment then back at his daughter, who was nursing hungrily on the bottle. The infant's eyes opened a moment to look into his. He stared into those beautiful violet eyes, tears threatening to fall from his blues, as they reminded him so much of her mother's eyes. Glancing momentarily at the young woman sitting across from him, he asked softly, "Would you like to hold her?"

"Really?" she said, smiling. "I certainly would." She reached across the table as he held Madelyn out for her to take. Cradling the infant to her breast, she held the bottle firmly as he watched her speak softly to his daughter. He felt as if he should understand what she was saying to his child, but couldn't for some reason. 

He ate his meal in silence as he watched the young woman hold and feed Madelyn. 

"What's your name?" he eventually asked between bites.

"Marie," she said softly, not looking away from the infant she held except to grab a burp cloth from the diaper bag on the table. Setting the empty bottle on the table, she tossed the cloth over her shoulder before settling Maddy's belly against her breast, tucking the infant's little legs under her with her left hand as she patted her back with her right hand. A small satisfied burp erupted from the tiny baby and Marie smiled and praised Maddy before settling her in the crook of one arm as the infant slipped into a contented sleep. 

"Would you like a job, Marie?" Richard said suddenly.

"A job?" she repeated, looking at him curiously.

"Yes. A nanny job," he replied. "Would you be a nanny for my Maddy?" 

"Well, I could use a job," Marie said. "But will her mother be ok with another woman caring for her child?"

Richard flinched at the mention of his dear wife. 

"She doesn't have a mother," he whispered, fighting back tears.

Marie looked at him, then at the baby in her arms. She smiled gently as she glanced back up at Richard and said, "I'll care for your child, Richard, on one condition." He never realized he'd not given her his name.

"What is your condition?" 

"We marry on the morrow and I adopt Maddy and raise her as my own daughter."

Richard was tempted to snatch his daughter back and leave immediately, but something stopped him. One side of common sense told him this woman was a stranger and he should look at this demand as being unacceptable, given that they'd just met a few minutes ago. The other side of it told him Maddy needed a mother. His eyes moved from studying Marie's face to the face of his daughter who slept in the woman's arms. 

In a split second, he made his decision. For better or for worse, it was the only option he felt he had. Upon agreeing to the arrangement, they left for the local clerk's office to obtain a marriage license. The next day, they returned and a local judge officiated. The same judge arranged for Marie to adopt Madelyn and the day after Richard and Marie were married, Marie's adoption of Madelyn was final. 

In a span of 7 days, he'd gone from happily married and expecting, to a widower with an infant daughter, to married to a complete stranger who he trusted for a reason he could not explain. 

Eight months later...

Richard and Marie sat in the office of an attorney they'd recently retained for legal advice and the handling of their affairs. They also inquired as to a trust for their daughter, Madelyn. Attorney Brian Hemming glanced at the infant cradled in her mother's arms, and was alarmed to see the eyes his late wife had once told him to watch for, those beautiful violet eyes that were so very rare. 

The young couple looked at one another lovingly, then back at Brian as they handed him all of their paperwork. They watched as he looked it over, signed on a few lines, made two copies, and filed one in his personal files before handing the other back to the couple. As he did so, he glanced at the child from time to time, puzzling over this development and why they'd specifically placed him on retainer over any of the other capable attorneys in the city. 

"So, is everything on track for that property you told us about when we first spoke?" Marie asked as she bounced the little girl on her knee. Brian smiled as Maddy smiled up at him. 

"Yes, it all appears to be in order. But, you won't be able to move in just yet, as there are a few more formalities to go through. I'll call when you can move." He smiled to Marie and Richard as they rose and thanked him. 

Richard smiled to the woman beside him who had truly become his wife over the past months as they rose then shook Brian's hand. They left the office, confident they were on their way to their new life together, with this beautiful little girl and with each other.

As Brian watched them leave, he couldn't help but wonder what was in store for him, the couple, everyone back home, but most especially, he wondered for Madelyn. At that moment, he made the decision this family would remain his personal clients and no other attorney in the firm would touch their affairs. As for Madelyn, he knew fate had special plans for her and would do everything in his power to ensure her safety.



Richard Addik



This is a reflection from a frustrated cock loving man living a heterosexual lifestyle. 

Ok so that's not my name but nevertheless I am a dick addict. I love to see a prick with hanging balls. I love to see the head of a circumcised or uncovered cock. If dicks don't fascinate and enthral you maybe it's best not to read on. If on the other hand if, like me, you just love a hard cock then read on and hopefully enjoy; I might be describing just how you feel and if that's the case I would love to hear your comments.

I'm not gay, but wouldn't have a problem if I was; it just so happens that I'm not. Bi sexual? Yes I am; it's got to be admitted; even though I love women and all they stand for I have to admit that I am also happy to be making love to a man. In an ideal world all women would have dicks as well as pussies. In fact I think I am happier in bed with a man than with a woman. It comes, however, with a pre condition.

Any man I make love to has to be a cross dresser, a transvestite or a transsexual. I just can't raise a hard on for a male dressed as a male. I spend hours accessing porn sites with pictures and videos of cocks; pictures of spunk covered photographs, pictures of sperm covered shoes, pictures of cum on panties and videos of cocks sensually pushing backwards and forwards inside a fleshlite before finally dumping their load of beautiful sperm; but these are all disembodied cocks. Pull back to the full picture of the man in the action and I lose all interest. 

Of course I also love to see videos and pictures of TV's and transsexuals and here I am happy to see the entire picture, even if the face is obviously a man's face; just as long as there is a wig in place and maybe a touch of makeup. Actually I think if the face is obviously male it's an extra turn on for me. I love the faces of a heavily made up transvestites and I love a deep long French kiss with a man who is pretending to be a woman.

As a youngster I didn't get a lot of sex; what sex I did get was heterosexual but deep down inside I had this unfulfilled desire to suck cock and to ingest spunk. This may have been caused by exposure to a lot of porn or it may have been caused by an early episode with a male friend of mine at school or maybe I was just a dick lover at heart. With the friend at school I got so close to sucking his cock but it just ended in mutual masturbation. Dave; if you're out there, I want you to know that not sucking your dick and drinking your cum was the biggest mistake I ever made; it could have set me on the road I needed to travel a lot earlier.

Now I have this insatiable desire for cock and for spunk. I am pursuing this desire but it's difficult. TV's often don't want to climax because they need the ability to stay hard for all their clients. Transsexuals are often unable to produce a lot of spunk and old queens are often coming so often that they don't have a lot of spunk to give; so I have to settle for what little I can get. The occasional escape from home allows me to indulge my fantasies.

I badly want cock; I want it in my mouth and I want it up my ass. I want to drink a gallon of spunk and then to be covered in the dam stuff. I can't help this desire it's just part of who I am. Perhaps in truth it would have been a lot easier if I had just been gay in the conventional sense.

I just wish that I could have met a cross dresser in the past; I wish I could have spent endless days In Thailand screwing pretty Lady Boys; I wish I could have had my fair share of cock and spunk. Perhaps the need in me is still great because I was left wanting!

If you are in a position now where you are getting lots of cock and spunk then enjoy it to the utmost and think of poor sops like me who can only dream! If you're a transvestite or a cross dresser save some spunk for me!



Richard and Elaine's NYC Day



If you haven't read the first two parts of the story of Elaine and Richard, I encourage you to do so. I apologize to those of you who have and have waited so long for the end of this episode, but I was very busy over the holidays. In fact, I had one or two adventures that might make it to these pages someday. Writing about the second half of Richard's and my time in the small New York City hotel was almost as fun as being there, and you can be certain that I "got off" several times as I wrote. I must say that I became carried away, so this is pretty long. I don't know if you like long stories, but I do. Please let me know what you think of this story. Hugs and sucks, Elaine.

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Elaine woke. The light filtering into the hotel room seemed less bright than earlier. Somehow she and Richard had slipped under the covers. She felt her head resting in the crook of his right arm, and her left hand resting on his abdomen. She sensed the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and could hear his heart beating slowly. Closing her eyes, she smiled broadly, sighed and stretched allowing her right leg to slip over Richard's thigh, pushing her mons against his leg.

She felt heat beginning to glow between her legs. Hunching her hips slightly, Elaine rubbed her pussy against Richard adding to the warm glow emanating from her groin. Richard stirred. Turning his head he kissed Elaine on the forehead, while his right armed curved around Elaine, cupping her right breast. He squeezed her breast gently, and massaged it into her ribcage.

Meanwhile, Elaine's hand drifted over Richard's stomach toward his sex. Her fingers threaded their way through his grey public hair to the seam between his scrotum and right leg. Her nails scratched him ever so lightly on his inner thigh. She felt his thick cock stirring against the back of her hand. She smiled.

"What time is it anyway," Richard asked, turning toward the bed table on his side. Elaine heard the rattle of the bracelet of his gold Rolex. "Um, only about four PM," he said, rolling back toward Elaine.

She rubbed her hand over his cock and balls saying, "Plenty of time to play." She smiled feeling his penis begin to stir under her hand.

"But first," Richard said, "I have to pee." He leaned forward kissing Elaine on the top of her head and sliding out from under her. She watched him as he moved off the bed and toward the bathroom. She admired his tight ass and well formed back and shoulders. He shut the door partway, and before long she heard the sound of his piss hitting the water in the toilet. Elaine stretched, and swung her legs out from under the covers, placing her feet on the floor. 

She gazed down her torso, between her breasts with their prominent nipples and dark areoles, over her stomach. She spread her legs some, and ran her fingers through her pubic hair, combing them slightly. Her vagina felt heavy and satisfied, and her vulva was slightly swollen from the pounding she had taken from Richard as he fucked her. She smiled. She heard the toilet flush and then water running in the sink.

She lifted one leg, pointing her toes like a dancer and smoothed the black stocking, pulling it tight up her smooth thigh. She repeated the adjusting her thigh-high stocking on her other leg, and then stood up. Stretching, she caught her image in the mirror above the black dresser, smiling as her lovely breasts rose and fell with her motion above he soft curve of her abdomen, leading down toward her fur covered cleft. She cupped her tits and gave them a gentle squeeze feeling them swell pleasantly. She then stroked her fingers through her auburn hair, fluffing it some. She thought she looked sexy with just her gold hoop earrings on. She shrugged, smiled at herself, and, turning from the mirror she walked into the bathroom. Richard was just drying his hands. 

Elaine stepped briefly behind Richard, and stroked his ass cheeks. "You have nice butt," she said, sitting on the toilet seat, which she noted with approval that Richard had lowered 

"You have a nice everything," he replied, smiling down at her as she shifted on the toilet seat, spreading her legs slightly she released the stress on her bladder and peed. The sound was quieter and more feminine than the flooding sound Richard had made, and it excited him watching the yellow stream as her pee was expelled.

Richard turned toward her, his cock about mouth-high to Elaine. It looped downward only semi-hard in a comma-like curve. She reached and cupped his heavy balls. They felt huge in her hand. They certainly were larger than her husband's. But then, so was Richard's cock. 

Richard's penis began to stir. A man's cock always amazed Elaine; how it moved and flexed under her hands and mouth; how rigid it became, while at the same time remaining spongy at the top and slippery under the outer skin as she stroked them. Elaine licked her lips as she gazed at the darkish, almost purple mushroom head of his penis, and the heavy dark blue vein that squiggled down the top rising from the nest of pubic hair. He had several smaller veins that rose and fell in tiny ropes and knots along the sides. She looked at his pee hole within a crease than ran from the bottom to nearly the top of his cockhead. 

With her other hand she reached for toilet paper, and wiped herself; never taking her eyes from his lengthening organ. Bending, Richard reached for her breasts, cupping each, his thumbs beginning to stroke her rising nipples. She sighed under his touch, feeling his balls flex in her cupped hand. She marveled at the seemingly independent movements of his sex. His cock began to swell and swell, the curve straightening as it did.

Elaine, bending forward just a bit, took him into her mouth, her lips surrounding the head just behind where it flared from his mighty shaft. He tasted so good to her with a slight urine taste with just an undertone of sperm. He grabbed her head above each ear and watched her suck in and out on the head. He could feel her tongue sliding over the enlarging cockhead, then as it probed his hole. It was possibly, he thought, the finest and most erotic scene he had every felt and seen. Elaine, sensing his pleasure, glanced up at him, her green eyes smiling. She fondled his balls as she laved his penis from tip to root. Her nose disappeared beneath his cock when she licked at his scrotum. He marveled at how small her hand looks where it partially wrapped around his throbbing member. Richard couldn't remember any woman exciting him like this. He was of a generation where oral sex wasn't routine, and uninhibited "daylight" sex was not the norm. The truth is, he had only been with his wife sexually for the past 30 years, and his experiences before were confined to furtive struggles with girdles in dim rooms in girls' family rooms or in his car.

He had only pleasure his wife orally a few times before she put a stop to it. He thought she didn't like the sensation of the intense orgasms she experienced. He believed she hated the loss of control she felt at such times. Control was too strong in her nature. 

Likewise, she disliked his loss of control as she sucked him. At times the feeling were so strong in him, he would grip her head and begin a rapid fucking of her mouth until he spurted ropes of sperm into her mouth, at time causing her to choke when some rose into her nose. She felt helpless under his male strength when he abandoned civility and just fucked her face until he satisfied his urge to spew his hot, salty sperm in her mouth.

So, after awhile she put a stop to that, as well. After their daughter, Alyssa, was born, sex for Richard, other than masturbation, fairly dried up altogether until Elaine reached into his trousers in his office the other day.

"Let's go back to the bed," Richard said, cupping one hand under her chin, his other gripping one hand and helping her to her feet. As they walked into the room, Richard holding Elaine's hand as she walked slightly behind him, she thought, What a wonderful specimen. 

Turning, Richard sat on the bed, taking Elaine's hands in his. "You know what I would like?" he asked.

"No, what?" she answered, smiling down at him; his rigid member sticking up between his legs, the heavy balls resting one on each side of his shaft.

"I want to eat you again," he said.

"But, I want to eat you, too!" she replied.

"But," he began.

"Sixty-nine," she interrupted. Sliding onto the bed beside Richard. She scooted on her fanny across the bed, and lazed on her side across the diagonal, while at the same time reaching for his waist. She fluffed a pillow and put it under her head while thinking why she so liked this man.

It was more than that he was her boss and an extremely talented advertising executive. She mused that it must have had more to do with her early sex life than anything else. She often wondered why she cheated so regularly on her husband. Her husband is a fine man and a more-than-adequate lover. But, she thought, she must really be stimulated by the dangerousness of the acts. After all, her husband was a police detective. But, she figured her early life must figure more prominently in this intense desire to suck and funk other men. Because "suck and fuck" was all it was. She loved her husband, but felt compelled to give in to these needs. 

When she was a young girl she had had her first sexual relations one summer at the Jersey Shore where her family vacationed. Her first experience was with a boy a couple of years older than she, and she found the experience wonderful. However, the next day, when she went to his cottage to look for him she met, and was seduced by his father. He was, naturally, a much more experienced lover and gave her much pleasure, more certainly than his son was able to do. While she never stopped having sex with boys her own age, she was always attracted to older men. Whenever possible, she took advantage that her youth represented to middle-aged, or older, men.

"But I've never done it before," Richard said.

"You'll learn," Elaine answered with a low sexy laugh, her eyes hooding slightly as she tugged on his hips. He slipped around, moving his face closer to her thighs. She moved her right leg up, resting her foot on the inside of her thigh, just above her knee, and rotated her hips slightly offering her sex to his gaze. He mimicked her position sliding his hips closer to Elaine's waiting mouth. She slid her fingers lightly along the inside of his left thigh and felt him shiver. She slipped her other hand under his hip, the palm of her left hand cupping his ass, fingers reaching between his ass cheeks. Her index finger just touched his anus, and the others rested along the ridge leading to as balls. He could feel her nails gently stroking him there.

Richard loved the look of her stocking clad legs and the creamy white inner thighs exposed to him. Like Elaine, he slipped an arm under her, his hand slipping between her legs from the rear. With his left hand he stroked her inner thighs before burying his nose in her soft and sparse hair. He could easily see her cleft that was opened slightly and glistened wet and pink. He inhaled her smell, slightly musky, slightly perfumed. He touched his tongue to her mons, picking up on a drop or two of her urine. He was so surprised at the pleasing mixture of sights, smells and taste that he wondered, briefly, about golden showers. He closed his eyes involuntarily as he felt Elaine's fingers grip his cock near the root and suck the large head of his prick into her mouth.

Richard, being taller, was able to place his head on the Elaine's inner thigh as his tongue slipped between her labia. His right hand stroked her side, running his fingers along her ribcage up to her underarm. He lightly touched her there and Elaine was surprised at the spreading feeling from her armpit across her breasts. It felt so strange and soooo good as she took Richard more deeply into her mouth.

Richard's hips began to move back and forth, driving his cock deeper into Elaine's willing mouth. She kept her suction up on his shaft, as he gently pumped. She could still taste herself on his shaft, and smell their combined essence in his pubic hair as he stroked her mouth was exquisite. 

Meanwhile, Elaine's hips, too, began to move as Richard's mouth encompassed her pussy, his tongue, like a snake, sliding into her vagina and up and around her entire vulva. She felt his nose pushing against her anus, which only added to the increasingly localized feelings in her cunt. She touched is asshole, too, while he pumped her mouth, his large, cum-heavy and hairy balls rolling on her forehead. Her hands kneaded his ass, and spread them wide to better push her finger against his pucker.

Without agreement or plan, Richard's hips rotated move and more over Elaine's head, and his head moved more perpendicular to Elaine's sex. Before long his knees were on either side of Elaine's head, and her legs were spread wide to his mouth. She pushed her head backward to better take his long, thick cock into her mouth and throat. Richard grabbed both her ass cheeks and pulled her into his mouth, his tongue sliding up and down her slit and he would suck, from time to time, on her super sensitive clit. Grunting he pushed his tongue into her anus, sliding it about, his chin spreading her cunt lips wide while being covered in her juices. She couldn't believe the pleasure she felt as his chin rubbed roughly over and over her swelling clit. 

She felt that her vulva was swelling in a rising tide of pleasure. He felt so excited by her smell and taste that for the first time he felt a sexual wire of pleasure between his mind and groin. Elaine shifted her hands to his side, feeling the muscles along his ribs flexing as he fucked her mouth. She reached for breath each time he stroked out. She was absorbed with what his mouth was doing that she had become almost a bystander to his rod thrusting in and out of her mouth. Eventually, she moved her mouth away from his probing penis, gasping for breath, his slime-covered cock sliding hot and wet up and down along her neck. She concentrated on the rising tide of her orgasm. 

Suddenly her stomach convulsed, bending her at the waist, her legs flying up alongside Richard's head. Her toes curled painfully and her vision blurred. Her arms flew wide her hands grasping first at the blankets, then quickly wrapping themselves tightly around Richard's hips; her legs clamped shut around his head and she grunted over and over as her spasming cunt sent waves of electric pleasure through out her body. Her lips felt numb. Her vagina felt swollen and her clit felt as large as Richard's cock, and her nipples felt as large and long as erasers, blood engorged.

Richard continued to suck on her clit. "Stop!" she squeaked, "Oh, please Stop," she said over and over until Richard raised his head from between her thighs. He could feel her breathing rapidly in and out beneath him. He smiled in wonderment that he could get such a reaction for a woman. He reveled in her taste and smell. He knew his wife would never, ever let herself go with such a sexual abandon. He could not imagine her tasting and smelling so wonderful. He rolled off Elaine onto his side, his cock still hard. 

He gazed at Elaine, her face, neck and upper chest flushed red, her hair spread over the white pillow and sheets, he black silk stocking-clad legs lying spread, he stomach rising and falling with her breathing, her breasts full and inviting in their rise and fall. Her snatch was wet and shining in the reflection of the overhead lamp. He sighed, contented even though he had not cum.

Abruptly, Elaine, with youthful vigor, moved rapidly to her knees, her arms on either side of Richard and her breasts hanging down like ripe fruit. Her face moved close to his, then she quickly kissed him. First just a peck, then open-mouth, her tongue pushing hotly into his mouth. Her hands moved over his chest, lightly pinching his nipples. He responded with a passion he never knew as his tongue probed her mouth, his lips feeling a tender eroticness he'd never experienced. His hands cupped her soft breasts, her nipples hard against his palms.

Elaine murmured, her lips touching his, "Do you know what I would like?"

"No, what?" he answered smiling.

"I want you to take me doggy." She smiled at him, kissing him lightly on nose, still we with her nectar. "You got enough in you, old man?" she kidded.

"I'll show you what I've got left," he said, reaching down and stroking his rigid pole. "This should still do the trick," he continued, also smiling.

Elaine quickly spun about, getting on her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed. Richard rearranged himself, and moving between her spread knees, lined his cock up with her cum-slicked hole. He rubbed the spongy head up and down her slit a few times, lubing it and making sure it made contact with her clit. He could feel her jerk each time he did.

Then, without further preamble, he shoved his cock deeply into Elaine's pussy. He was amazed at how tight she was and how slippery. He felt he balls hanging down between them, and her cum dripping down onto them. His balls felt impossibly big to Richard as he began to slip out then into her. His cock seemed to grow as it rubbed over the rippled inside of her vagina, the sensitive ridge of his cockhead vibrating with each stroke up and back. His balls swung heavily between the two of them.

Elaine's eye shut as she gave herself over to the pleasure of Richard's cock. She loved being fucked like a dog. She loved the feeling of male dominance and power. She loved being able to just take it, to take the pleasure of a man's cock. Richard's seemed larger than most, and as he stroked her, his belly smacking against her ass, she felt as if it was enlarging to an impossible size. She felt his hands gripping her hips as he drove over and over into he willing pussy. She felt filled, then unfilled, filled then unfilled with such rapidity that her mind couldn't keep track. So, she gave herself over to the sensations he rose in her. 

She leaned down, the tips of her nipples rubbing back and forth over the sheets as Richard stroked his mighty cock in and out of Elaine. She felt she could distinguish each vein and bump on his penis as he rubbed her insides. Every now and then Richard would pause in his stroking to push his cock deeper into Elaine, her wetness flowing over his balls. With her eyes tightly shut she felt as if her vagina could swallow his cock, his ball—all of him. She began to dwell in a well of pleasure as Richard stroked her.

Richard marveled at the perfect form below him. Her beautiful shoulders and neck leading to the line of her spine splitting her back and leading to the flare of her hips, at once so feminine and so young with two tiny dimples decorating her behind. Each time he shoved his cock into Elaine, her rump rippled. He loved hearing the smacking of their bodies and her girlish grunt each time he slammed home. He watched as his cock, slippery beyond belief and swollen to a never-achieved size, as it slid in and out. 

He reached between their bodies and held his cock on a withdrawal, covering his hand with her slime. He paused in his fucking to rub her natural lubricant over her asshole. He pushed one thumb into her rectum and then began stroking again. He could feel his cock against his thumb each time he pushed in and out, in and out of Elaine. She moaned, her hands gripping the blankets.

One of her hands reached back and gripped the wrist of the hand whose thumb penetrated her anus. "You know what I would like," she asked huskily, her voice slightly muffled by the bedclothes. "I want you to fuck me in the ass." 

Elaine quickly moved on hands and knees to the edge of the bed. Reaching down into her large bag by the bedside she rummaged around until she came up with a tube of lubricant. "Walking" back into position between Richard's legs, she reached around and passed him the tube, "Here," she said, "Use this."




Richard and Jessica



Jessica sat at the edge of the pool, wearing nothing but a bright green bikini set and black shades, with her legs half submerged in the water. Her arms were perched to her sides and just behind her, so she was leaning back, relaxing, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin. Her shoulder length black hair shone in the light and hung right down her back, as her green eyes were concealed beneath the shades. Her legs moved back and forth, kicking in the water, whilst she watched on, letting the time fly by. 

There was a force in her back, thrusting her forward, her hands flailing out as she landed face-first into the warm water. She floundered about under the waves, desperately trying to resurface, when at last she did, pressing her head through the surface of the water, sending water flying in every direction. She stood up in the pool and looked through drowned eyes to the person responsible for this event; her husband, Richard. 

"What the hell, Dick, what was that for?" She screamed at him. He laughed.

"Well, I just saw how happy you looked there, right on the edge, so I decided to push you in." He squatted next the water and looked at her dripping face, smirking. The water had made her hair stick to her face, but she didn't care, she just glared at him. 

"You fucking cunt!" She shouted. "I could have drowned!"

"But you didn't, did you?"

"That's not the point you moron!" She splashed him with water in her frustration and then turned her back on him.

"Oh come on Jess, it was a joke." He tried to reach out to her, but at that moment, Jessica turned back and grabbed his hand, pulling Richard into the water with her. 

With a great 'splash', Richard fell under the water and he too started to flail around, trying to pull himself up. Jessica, who had been knocked back a little from the impact, had started to look for her sunglasses, which had fallen off when she fell in. Richard surfaced and looked at his wife, who had put on the shades. 

"We're even now, right?" He asked with a raised eye brow. Jessica splashed him once more and said "Yeah, we are now." She grinned and looked back at her husband. "Good, because now I can do this." He picked her in his arms and started to spin her around, making her laugh and giggle all the while. Richard let her go and she flew through the water, until slowing to a stop a few meters from him. 

"Ha-ha, funny guy," Jessica said. "Time for revenge then." She didn't quite know what she was going to do, but she started to move through the water and once she met him, she threw all her limbs around him, clinging on to him. Richard laughed.

"Is this your revenge then? You're going to cling me to death?" He laughed again. 

"Ha-ha, oh I don't know, I just want a hug." Her smile was met by his and he held her in his arms. Richard slowly moved through the water, his wife in his arms, until he reached the side, where he laid back upon it. 

"Hey, Dick," Jessica whispered into Richard's ear.

"Yes, Jessie?" Richard asked back.

"You know how there's no one around..."

"Yes..."

"And you know how a woman has her needs..."

"Yes..." Richard looked at Jessica. "Honey, what do you want?"

"Let's do it, right now, in the pool." She had an adventurous look in her eye, almost a hungry look.

"Do what?" Richard asked, a little confused as to what 'it' was. 

"Sex. Right here. In the pool. Just you and me. What do you say?"

"Yeah, I'm game, let's do it." She giggled on his words, kissing his cheek and whispering "I love you into his ear." He whispered it back and kissed her softly on the lips. She returned the kiss with the same passion, feeling Richard pull her in closer, allowing each other to feel one another's bodies better. Richard's hands wondered up Jessica's back to her bikini and started to pull the string that kept it done up. It fell off of her shoulders and was soon discarded into the water, leaving Jessica top-less. Jessica's tongue forced its way between their lips and into Richard's mouth, when it swam about, feeling his tongue and around his teeth. She could also feel the saliva building up in his mouth, which she promptly tried to suck out. Her dominance was short lived, as soon, Richard's tongue took charge and forced its way into Jessica's mouth. It licked anything and everything it could, making sure to suck back all its saliva. Once satisfied with their kiss, Jessica parted lips. 

"I like this position," she said, winking.

"I like it too," Richard said, brushing away his wife's hair. "Wanna undress for daddy?" He asked, winking at her.

"Why doesn't daddy come do it himself?" Jessica asked back. "If you want the goods, babe, you have to work for them." 

"Ooh naughty girl." Jessica relaxed her grip and fell away from her man, then stood up. She put on hand on her chest and one on her hips. "Well, what are you waiting for, you horny man? Undress me." Richard did as he was told and place his hands on Jessica's waist, then moved them slowly down, hooking them into the elastic of the bottoms. Jessica moved her hand up into her hair, allowing Richard full access. 

"Daddy can't reach down there, fancy helping him out?" Richard asked playfully once the bottoms had gotten to her knees. 

"Yes sir," Jessica replied, winking again. She dived under the water and emerged a few seconds later with them in her teeth. Richard smiled and bit them, as the two began to tug over the bottoms with their mouths, then Jessica released them, allowing Richard to fling them over his shoulder. "My turn," Jessica said, before taking a big breath in and diving under the water. Richard felt hands grab the elastic of his trunks and pull them down, then a tongue lick his balls, making him jump out of surprise. 

"Someone's hungry," he said as Jessica rose from the water. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," she responded, trying to look innocent. Richard's hands sunk under the waves and found their way onto Jessica's body, where they dove deeper to her legs, caressing her thighs. "Don't tease me, baby," she said, throwing her head back, "just fuck me." Richard responded immediately, as his hands slapped onto the back of her legs and lifted her up in the water, the carried her towards himself. 

"I'll pull you in, if you guide me in," he said, winking. She winked back and grabbed his cock, then helped guide it into herself, as the two became one. Jessica moaned softly as they were pulled right into each other, her hands wrapping around Richard's back, holding on for the ride that was to follow. A quick kiss and heads were rested over shoulders, as Richard started to pull back his waist, then force it forward, driving his cock deep into his wife, making her moan softly into his ear. The pounding continued into a rhythmic pattern, causing Richard to start to grunt with each thrust. Jessica wrapped her legs around Richard waist, helping to pull them together and open her up a little more. The force of the fuck knocked Jess's sunglasses off, but she didn't care, she had her eyes closed anyway as the pleasure increased more and more. 

"Oh yeah, Richard, fuck me with that dick!" Jessica yelled as her climax drew near. Richard fucked her as hard and fast as he could through the water, until at last, Jessica began to cry out his name at the top of her voice. Her body tightened and her grip increased. The tightening feeling on his cock made Richard cum deep inside his wife, pulling her in closer to him, until the pair was almost one thing; a thing of pure pleasure. 

Breaths were caught and parts were extracted, separating the two. Richard hugged and kissed his wife passionately. 

"Ah the things I do to make you happy," he said once they had finished.

"Baby, you take me to the shower and I will show you happiness," Jessica replied. Seeing the look in her eyes, Richard gestured to get out. Jessica nodded and winked, then swam to the edge and climbed out, her naked body dripping with water. Upon seeing this, Richard rushed out of the pool to join his wife, where he slapper her on the ass cheek, grabbed her hand and led her into the shower.